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Fight Club (1999)
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Movie Review by BillyBob
October 10th, 2009
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HITTING WAY BELOW THE BELT!
Welcome to the Wilted Wiener Club (aka Fight Club).
Attention! Attention! Calling all infantile-minded, emotionally immature, adult males who get their jollies playing dress-up in Military Drag!
Hey,you! You belligerent, little Whipper-Snappers! Come on down to the goddamn Wilted Wiener Club. Yeah. Here at the Wilted Wiener Club you can wag and wiggle your stupid, little wee-wee around all you want. You bet you can! And you can have all-day pissing contests with all of your foul-mouthed, like-minded comrades, too.
Here at the Wilted Wiener Club male-bonding (hetero only, of course) was never so brutally fun before. Hey! It's downright disgustingly degenerate.
Like, for example - Do you ever feel like beating the absolute hell outta one of your slimy, son-of-a-bastard pals? Then, why not indulge yoursef? Yeah. Make your best buddy hurt. Break his nose. Bust his ribs. Hear him squeal. It's a highly rewarding experience, like none other.
Yeah. C'mon down to the Wilted Wiener Club for the non-stop exhilaration of pain, and humiliation, and degradation, and yeah, friendship, and other equally manly-type stuff like that, too. But, remember, you putrid, little, low-life, scum-suckers - No Homos, or other such queers, like women (yuk!), allowed at the Wilted Wiener Club!!
Snarl! - Snarl! - Snap! - Snap!
You know, I find it really quite disturbing and, yes, frightening that the movie FIGHT CLUB, which started out at such an ultra-low, base-level mentality as it did, never-ever once rose above that revoltingly stupid level of thought - Not once. But FIGHT CLUB sure as hell fell below that base-level of mentality a number times. In fact, it fell right through the frickin' out-house floor, as far as I'm concerned. Yeah. It sure did.
I'd say that at about the half way point FIGHT CLUB fell directly down into the reeking sewer of hell where all of the scum-minded people and their thoughts prevail. In the sewer of hell FIGHT CLUB absorbed all of the stench that you can ever imagine it could. 'Cause that's where pure Neanderthal-type thinking exists, you know. And once there, at the lowest of the low - FIGHT CLUB remained. It never-ever resurfaced. I don't think it even tried.
And what I find to be even more disturbing, and, yes, frightening than even all of this absolutely sub-human mentality, is that FIGHT CLUB was/is actually a very popular movie. So, that means its repulsive, imbecilic philosophy appeals to lots and lots of people. YIKES!!! I really wonder just how many of these 'so-called' people could honestly be classified as actual human beings. Could a rotten-minded, misogynistic flick like this actually appeal to women, too!?
And, besides all of that rot - I don't care one bit about what any adoring, little fan may say, or think, about baby-blue-eyes BRAD PITT(head). 'Cause, let's face it - PITT IS A TERRIBLE ACTOR. He is! I mean, if he really had any talent at all, then he would've rescued this utter piece of junk-food from the dregs of the garbage disposal with his 'magnetic' charisma. But PITT didn't have any ability to do so. Not at all. No. Little BRADLEY PITT(brain) is only as good, or bad, as the roles that are written for him. And as far as FIGHT CLUB goes, BRAD PITT(iful) was just as vile as the movie itself was.
Yeah - Ga-Ga! Goo-Goo!
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 | Martin
Oct 12, 2009 6:31 AM
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| I'm not a fan of this seriously overrated movie either, and the twist at the end is pretty bad too. |
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